walking on stones
is like stepping on bones
no ringing on the phone
dusty air is blown

so high above is the sun
desert land is no fun
living but life's gone
wishing this journey be done

saw a happy man
a heart of colorful ocean
wonder what made him tan
wonder what is his plan

i went to him, holding a dove
i asked him and he looked above
he ticks because of love
sacrificed hands beneath those gloves

i walked away
my mind is still in grey
never believed his way
wanted to remodel his common clay

walking on stones
just stones and stones
no ringing on the phone
kept walking on stones